The valketh cringed as the sharp wind buffeted his body again. He swept his cloak back over his shoulder after the gale had ceased its attempt to displace it and expose his fur to the biting cold. Peering through the wrappings covering his face, he saw in the distance the great blue silhouette of Schiehallion—jagged crown of the Scar, standing tall and presiding over the wastelands below. Even at such a distance, the great mountain gleamed, shining as a beacon among the glass sands.
The land all around Eilean was rife with Thoradite--the substance had infused itself with the very continent after the war of ages past that reduced it to its now shattered state. Its telltale blue hue was not to be overlooked, even if it presented itself in only these subtle ways.
2013 re-upload. Another one I forgot to put back on this account from before. This is a valketh character of mine, a mute called Eilean who lives in the wastelands of Theia, a cruel and desolate part of his world.
I was clearly still derping on how to depict cloth and fabric in motion back when I first drew this, but it was a landmark for me at the time and I still look back on it and like what I achieved with it, hence putting it back up here. :]